A salesman shows G and me a fancy tent. It is a nylon corridor that is stretched between two trees. It seems also to have a second story separated by a zipped floor/ceiling partition. There are several rooms and a full kitchen. I remark that the tent can’t be used where there are no trees, which the salesman concedes. I know I won’t be paid until Friday, so I tell him: "Well, we’re not buying anything today." The salesman, hurt, says "Sure, that always works." He shows us another smaller one-room tent with a built-in fireplace.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #138: Night Of The Tent Salesman
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